“No, I’m not.”
“That would be a shame,” Mariano muttered.
“My turn.” I filled up her half-full glass. “You’re clearly interested in Elio. What’s going on there?”
Her face twisted into a painful expression, and she took a moment to lick her fingers free of the spilled grappa.
“We’ve been on a few dates.” My stomach sank. “We are supposed to…” She paused like she was stopping herself from finishing her sentence. “I’m too close to the family, I think, for him to see me as much more than a friend, though. At least at this point.”
“I see. Well—”
“But that doesn’t stop me from removing fake women like you from his life. He’ll wake up one day and see I’m the best fit for him.”
“That’s a great plan you got there, Anna.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at my sarcastic tone, which in turn made Ma
